Connecticut western news., 1887-11-09
TWO MOTHERS.

Mir. Westbrook waved his glove back ward toward his wife as he ran down tho steps and walked briskly to the street corner, there to await down. town car.
 Mrs. Wcstbrook stood on the steps for a minute or two, looking bright and trim in her plain gingham morning dress, with its futed ruffles, and the bow of blue ribbon at her throat, while her white apron looked as fresh as If 1t had just como from the laundry. - Just opposite, an elegant little coupe waited at the door of brown stone mansion-and presently superbly dressed lady came out, dressed in furs, satins and velvets-Mrs. Draine, by name---and entered it.
 "She is going to tho morning con- cert at Tambusini's, thought Mrs. Vest brook, as she watched the eqnipage drive away. 'Ah, what a slavery is fashionable lifeI'
 MT. Westbrook, however, thought differently, as the lady in question whirled past him, with gracious in clination of her head, and smile that faded almost instantly away.
 'I wish Katie's tastes ran 8 little more in that channel" said he to him. self. ''Katic is really getting to be a mere domestic machine"
 While he stood there, waiting for the dilatory car, two little children ran down the street "a boy and girl, Willie and Fife Draine. AIr. Vest brook knew them by sight.
 They were magni6cently attired iu frills, founces and rich embroidery, but they looked blue and cold, nevertheless.
 "Children," sail Mr. Westbrook, ''where are you goingi Where is your uurse2"
 Bridget has gone down in the kitch- en to talk with her beau," said Fife, in shrill, defiant tone.
 "Does your mother allow you to go out so, without anything on your heads7" asked MT. Wcstbrook.
 ''Mothcr don't care," Willie made answer. "Mother says Go away and don't bother me-"
 "Well, never mind that" said Mir. Westbrook, not altogether satisfied with the testimony he was eliciting. "Go back home at oncer'
 q won't, you ugly old mani" retorted Fife.
 Mind your own business" added Willie. "We'll go where we please"
 Just then the car came along, and Mir. Wcstbrook, already delayed, sprang on the back platform and dismissed all thought of the young rebels from his mind.
 ''Katic," said he, that night, when he had returned from business, "why is il that you do not go out little more like your neighbor, Mrs. Draine2"
 Mrs. Westbrook laughed. She was dressing her youngest child, chubby little creature, with blue eyes and hail curling in tiny rings close to its year ole head.
 ''Bccause," said she, q can't do two things at oncc,"
 "How do you mean two things a oncc7 don't understanda"
 "Perhaps had better have said hal Q dozen," said Mrs. Wcstbrook. "Mrs Draine leaves her children to the care o servants. I could not do that. Mrs Draine sends them away from her wher they come with wistful looks and pitcous tear-stained faces. She says she has no time to do nurses work. Oh, Charles do you suppose my child could eve appeal to me in vain7"
 "Thcrc is some truth and common sense in her view of the matter" sai' Mr. Westbrcok, to himself, "but thinl she could put on more stylc,' as tn saying is."
 "Katie," he continued aloud '1 didn' mean that to hold up Mrs. Draine a an example in all respects, lut in tn matter of appearances, don't you thin you could follow some of her ideas an profit by thems"
 tCharlie! If were to conduct ou household after the style of woman hse peGition, you would be bankrupt , - H1A Her hpsRaqd can pay f